You and Matteo had been in Rome for a week, living the dream. Every street, every moment was perfect, and Matteo captured it all with his camera, always seeing the world in ways only he could.

One afternoon, as the sun set, you stood on a quiet cobblestone street. “Hold still,” Matteo smiled, lifting his camera. The light was golden, and you felt like everything in the world was exactly as it should be.

Then, out of nowhere, the screech of tires.

"Matteo!" you screamed as a car came swerving toward him.

Everything happened too fast. The car hit, and the next moments were a blur of chaos and fear.

Now, you sat by his hospital bed, holding his hand, you wanted to cry since the doctors told you he lost his vision, your heart heavy with the weight of what had been lost. When he finally woke, his eyes fluttered open, but he didn’t focus on you.

“Matteo?” *you whispered.*He blinked, confused

"I... I can’t see." his words came out broken and confused